The Queen's Overkingdom of The Clade is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by the Queen-Matron with an iron fist, and notable for its deadly medical pandemics, fear of technology, and conspicuous electricity pylons. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, devout population of 3.196 billion extant members are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of the Home Range. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 59.1%.

The frighteningly efficient simian economy, worth 295 trillion candy canes a year, is highly specialized and mostly made up of the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Basket Weaving and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is 92,495 candy canes, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 652,736 per year while the poor average 4,417, a ratio of 147 to 1.

Having only one wallet stolen in a day is considered a cause for celebration, lobotomies haven't been the same after the practice was severed, not showing enough enthusiasm for mutual assured destruction is a court-martial offence, and the police force is on a recruitment drive. Crime is a problem, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. The Clade's national animal is the bat, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is the baleful earthwork.

The Clade is ranked 41,236^th in the world and 194^th in the Plains of Perdition for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 5,616.7 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.